An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sasha.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Sasha' scribed in vibrant white ink.

Author:    Sasha          
Date:      Sat Jan 27 20:26:10 2007
Subject     A Lost Soul

Deep from within the forests I travelled.  For many a moon my feet led
me out into the world.  I saw many wonders and powers of many
differant people. But I also many horrible things and abuses of power.
 Destruction of lives, of nature, of souls.  It is enough to make one
crawl into a hole and cry. Though I can still see a small ray of hope
through it all.  One must believe that the good in the world will
overcome the evils of the world.  When we stop believing that, you
begin to aid the darkness and its spread will envelop the world faster
then the shadows of the dragons.  After time too long seeing the
horrors that have cosumed the people of this world, my ray of light
began to wan.  It was within the city of Solace that I saw that
goodness was still strong and gaining ground on the darkness.  It was
within the Inn of the Last Home, I came upon a travelling kender,
though truth be told all kender I have met travel great distances. 
They are kind hearted people, who wish to help but are so
misunderstood.  This little kender and I struck up a conversation, we
talked for many an hour and to recount it all now would bore you and
would bring tears to your eyes.  For we spoke of everything and
nothing.  The weather to the strengthing of the Knights of Takhisis It
was all spoken of.  This kender whom I spoke with, seemed well
traveled and knowledgable.  I pressed him for information on places
where I had not traveled, and of the interesting peoples and things he
had seen upon his journeys.  At one point he looked around carefully,
ande pulled out of a pouch a round object, that was mainly blue, but
with some brown and green pieces that he said represented the lands of
Kyrnn.  He called it globe, and for many hours it held my fasincation,
for a kender he patiently answeared my questions as he seemed learned
about this information.  I offered to pay him for this treasure, its
beauty still having me entranced, but he would take nothing that I
could offer.  He gladly passed this globe onto me saying only that
when the time comes to pass it onto another worthy person, one who has
a need for its knowledge and beauty.  It was nearing dawn at this time
and I was preparing to go on my way.  He saw the patched and worn
leather drinking skin that I had asked the bar keep to fill, and he
offered a beautifully sewen colourful canteen.  Bowing low I expressed
my grattitude to him to his kindness.  I felt ashamed to have so
little to offer to him as a gift, but within my pack, I gave to him
polish black boar leather belt. As I left the inn and the sun shone
in, I looked back one last time to say farewell, but could not see the
kender, its as though he vanished.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus mentions 'We have had over 868 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'